American Dad s17e14 Episode Script

A League of His Own

I'm thinking about using the bathroom.
Go for it. It's a no-brainer!
Wow, this one's brand-new.
Hold my purse.
I'm gonna christen this puppy.
- Get it, girl!
- Drop one on 'em, Mama!
Whoa, whoa!
The boys forgot to chain this up.
They know my mom's visiting next week.
Dammit, she deserves a fresh one!
You journaling right now, Steve?
I'm working on an essay about my dad
for a contest in English class.
I'm focusing on Stan
Smith the softball star.
Love that.
You have a title yet?
I'm thinking
"My Dad."
I'm pretty sure I love that.
Just look at him, Klaus
totally in his element.
Yeah, I don't like chicken
in my pasta, either.
Switch it up.
The picture of a ballplayer.
Let's go, let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's friggin' go.
Time, blue.
Stay down on that ball!
Hey, it's okay, short memory, right?
But don't [BLEEP] up like that again.
It's only the second inning.
- Not for us.
- Yes, it is!
Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
I got a feelin'
that it's gonna be a wonderful day ♪
The sun in the sky has
a smile on his face ♪
And he's shinin'
a salute to the American race ♪
Oh, boy, it's swell to say ♪
- Good ♪
- Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Good morning, U.S.A. ♪
Webster's dictionary defines "hero"
as a mythological figure of
great strength or ability.
- I define hero as my dad
- "I define hero as my dad.
"My dad is strong. My dad is good.
"My dad could hit a ball very far.
"If my dad raced your dad, he'd win.
"Because he's a winner.
Because he's my dad."
Yes, Dad?
This essay is so bad.
It's robotic, zero artistry,
"maudlin drivel" comes to mind.
What a dick.
I wanna know more about Stan the man.
The guy behind the uniform.
I'll tell you what!
Why don't you shadow me at the CIA?
Really? Wow, thanks!
Hey. Don't push it.
Oh, my God. I can't believe Dad!
What a jerk!
He just has high standards
Can I see your essay?
Whoa aren't you a little old
to worship Dad like this?
I don't worship Dad
You just think if he
"fought a Tyrannosaurus Rex,
- he would win"
- Prove he wouldn't!
This is how it ends?!
I'm gonna die in a Porta John?!
Wow, this thing's light as [BLEEP]
There's my little daddy's boy!
Ready to hand in that essay?
Mr. Fritz, I need an extension.
But I read the last draft
with the Tyrannosaurus Rex,
it was terrific What happened?
My dad thinks it needs work.
Look, Steve,
I started an essay contest about dads
because I love and admire dads.
But dads aren't always right.
Most of the time, yes.
99.9% of the time they're 100% right.
But in this case, a dad is wrong.
Your essay is perfection.
Just hand it in!
I can't hand in an essay about
my dad that my dad doesn't like!
I don't like an unhappy dad
I'll give you two more days.
But that's it.
Thank you, you won't regret it.
I hope you're right.
What, Billy, what do you want.
I just wanted to say hi.
For lunch I like the tuna from Rocky's
but the macaroni salad
from Sub's Galore.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow slow down.
Why am I here again?
'Cause Dad won't drive
me to school afterwards.
Dad, could we circle back
to softball for a sec?
What's your batting average?
Eh, not much of a stats guy,
more of a W's guy.
Steve, check it out.
This is a thing I do
that everyone loves.
People love that?
I I think so
Hey, you guys love
when I throw Dick's lunch
in the trash, right?
That's your hero, Steve?
Why does it bother you so much?
It doesn't bother me,
I'm just trying to help you
grow up, gawd!
I'll be in the car.
Four people said they love it,
five said they really love it.
You're right about Stan
- Dick?
- I'm not Dick.
Who are you?
Call me "Deep Dick."
- Why are you in my car?
- Because you're right.
Stan's no hero.
This star softball player routine?
A big lie.
He sucks [BLEEP]
But he's got everyone fooled!
And I want him exposed.
He's been on the team 10 years,
how could he fool everyone for so long?
- What's Dick doing here?
- Deep Dick.
He says Dad's bad at softball.
He's probably pissed he
threw his lunch in the trash.
Again?! Look, don't take my word for it.
Go to the file room.
Check the softball records.
Grrreat! I welcome the chance
to slurp up that delicious evidence
that Dad is all he says he is.
You'll need to pass a
retina scan to get in.
Are those loose eyeballs?
Mmm I hate to part with a green one.
- Jackson?!
- Jackson?!
Guess again.
- Whoaaaaa.
- Whoaaaaa.
Man, it's been hours.
You find anything yet?
Team rosters, game logs,
a recording of Bullock singing
John Fogerty's "Centerfield."
- I'd like to hear that.
- What I didn't find
is any actual statistics on Dad.
Dad was in the lineup.
Why does it say zero for
zero for his at-bats?
Maybe they walked him every time.
Pitchers fear his mighty bat.
He also had zero plays in the field?
Hitters fear his mighty glove.
Again zero
Every game.
Zero, zero.
It's like he's not even participating.
He's he's
He's avoiding the ball,
ya damn fools!
Your dad's a fraud!
Open your eyes, my God!
Sorry I lost my temper.
It's just I recently found
out that I'm a janitor.
Dad's a fraud.
He literally avoided
the ball for 10 years!
None of these documents prove that.
You're making assumptions
based on mere pieces of paper!
- Ephemera!
- Oh, come on, man! Wake up!
I'm tired of you whispering
poison in his ear!
He needs to see the truth!
I don't give a damn about the truth!
Just print the legend!!
Steve, you got a gold star essay here,
why are you digging?!
Because a deranged lunatic
has an axe to grind?
She's probably an old flame
looking for vengeance!
She's my sister.
My my dad's daughter
Let's review the facts.
Your dad is big. Your dad is strong.
Your dad could hit a ball very far.
He can carry a Redwood tree,
karate-chop a python in half
and he makes giant
pancakes like Uncle Buck.
These are the things we know,
these are the things that ground us!
I still think he's all those things.
I just need time to prove it.
Two more days.
- Get outta here! Get!
- Myha!
Trust me, Hayley.
Once you watch Dad play,
you'll see you were wrong.
Lefty! Switch!
Okay, what was that?
An out?
Jackson, yours!
Hey, you gotta call those out, Jackson.
Come on, that was so obvious.
Obvious Dad's not a ball hog?
Looked like a snake.
Okay, let's just talk to him.
So Hayley has this crazy idea
that you have no stats
because you've been avoiding
the ball for a decade
because you suck at softball.
That's an interesting theory.
50 games.
No hits, no put-outs. Nada.
- Go ahead, check.
- I believe you.
- So you admit it?
- Admit our statistician
Dick's mom has an axe to grind? Sure.
Dick! Of course.
See, Hayley, I told you.
- I told her, Dad.
- We watched you play.
You spent the whole
game avoiding the ball.
And you did take yourself
out in the last inning
when the score was tied
Because I shit my pants
from those fish tacos!
Has she gotten to you, Steve?
Just prove her wrong, Dad!
Play a whole game at second base.
No tricks.
Come to today's game.
- Should we ride together?
- Let's caravan it.
I gotta listen to Gwar at
max volume to get hyped.
Dad's lookin' real confident.
Yeah, he does.
Now batting, Demetrius Mongoni.
A damn fine hitter
and my brother-in-law.
Easy out, guys!
I'm-scared- I-don't-want-the-ball-
Pick up the ball, Smith!
Where is it, where is it?!
Uh-oh, he's in a full-on panic!
He's fishing around in his jock!
Why is this happening to me?
Oh, I got it! I got the ball!
A pine cone?
And it looks like it belongs
to fan favorite Ricky Raccoon,
the unofficial mascot of the
left-field bleacher bums.
Hello? A little help here?
We got a straggler. Yee-haw!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not you!
Ooh, look at that! We got a runner!
- Aaaaah!
- Soooey!
Sir, I'm so sorry about the game.
I just don't get why that
raccoon was so butt hurt
about his pine cone.
A mystery indeed.
The important thing
is I want you to know
there's still a place
for you at the CIA.
Thank you, sir.
You're welcome, piss boy.
Goodbye, martinis!
Hey, kiddo.
Want to toss the ol' pill around?
I got to go meet my friends.
"The man I admired didn't really exist.
He was a phantom, a figment,
the product of a con man."
"I realized my Paul Bunyan
was actually my Paul Bla-a-a-rt!"
Steve? Hello?
I owe you an apology, Dad.
Stan's gone. It's all in the note.
"You're better off without me.
"Don't try to find me.
"I'm a broken man.
I've gone to the place
all broken men go."
Where's that?
Beats me.
Hey, have you seen your mom lately?
Dad left! We have to find him!
- Pass.
- Pass?
Steve, he's your dad.
Are you drinking beer?
It's actually nonalcoholic,
but I've had 30 of them.
Ask me why. Dad! He's a fraud.
Who's a frog? Kermit?
Dad. He left.
Said he went to the
place all broken men go.
- Orlando?
- What?
The place broken men go. Orlando.
So are you going? I'd go. Let's go!
Orlando-o-o ♪
We're gonna make it happen ♪
Every day.
Get him, Stan!
I just want to sell my drugs!
I saw an iguana use my toilet!
I can give you a free soda.
Didn't I say Orlando?
First place we checked too.
We're here to bring you home, Dad.
Your family needs you.
Your son needs you.
He's not the same.
Well, he lost an incredible hero.
Now I'm a laughingstock, a pariah.
I could never make that up to him.
You could try. I could help you.
Are you thinking gifts?
Like a platinum ID bracelet or toe ring?
I was thinking more we practice softball
so you could redeem yourself in a game.
Become the hero he
always thought you were.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no. No.
The truth is I'm afraid of the ball.
Yeah, no shit.
As a boy,
I witnessed something terrible.
It traumatized me.
That's what the iguana did to me!
People will tell you to use two hands,
but I'm a confident guy.
I use one. Check it out.
There must've been something
else going on with his face.
Anyway, the point is, I'm a broken man.
Yeah, well,
you've got a broken son right now.
He needs someone to believe in again.
He needs a hero.
He needs his dad.
What do you say?
No. Hey!
You're Houston Astros legend
Mudcat Ranelli, aren't you?
I could just be an anonymous
old man paying for sex.
Mudcat's my childhood hero.
Okay, yes, I'm Mudcat Ranelli.
And that's why I'm a broken man
living in exile in Orlando.
Maybe you're a broken man,
but you got a broken son right now.
He needs someone to believe in again.
He needs a hero.
He needs his dad.
What do you say?
- Yes.
- Just said that.
You have a wonderful way
of communicating, Mudcat.
Let's get it going! Hit me one!
Dad, you can't quit!
You've got to keep going!
For Steve. For me.
- For you?
- Yeah.
I guess this whole thing reminded me
you used to be my hero too.
So, when did that stop?
Worshipping your parents is just
a thing kids grow out of, Dad.
"There is one sure thing
about the fall of gods.
"They do not fall a little.
They crash and shatter,
or sink deeply into green muck."
Also there was that time
you pissed yourself at Chuck E. Cheese.
I was drunk! All the dads were doing it.
But I think I could look up
to you again, if you could just
face something that scared you.
Like finally watching
"Hotel Transylvania"
with my eyes open?
No, like softball.
I'll try.
Whoa, Mudcat!
Let me get you to a hospital.
I can drive myself.
I just need to find my keys.
Okay, Dad.
Let's get you over
your fear of the ball.
Got to keep those eyes open, Dad!
David "Flincher" over here.
That's a good one.
Put me in, Coach ♪
I'm ready to play ♪
Today ♪
Thought process here was
that watching "Fear Factor"
would also help you conquer
your fear of the ball.
Oh, don't eat those habanero peppers!
Put me in, Coach ♪
I'm ready to play ♪
Today ♪
See, Dad, you're doing it!
Look at me ♪
I can be ♪
I'm not afraid anymore!
And I'm gettin' veneers!
Centerfield ♪
Hey. You're ready, Dad.
Show Steve, show me,
show everyone what you're made of.
What's the meaning of this, Smith?
I'm ready, sir. Please.
Give me a chance.
I won't let you down.
Smith is in.
Damn it, no! This is a mistake!
Two outs, man on third.
Everything on the line.
He'll never score, sir.
That's great news!
- Mongoni?
- Mongoni?
Yeah, Mongoni.
Mm, he's a total ringer.
Plays on, like, five teams.
I got it!
You cost me a shutout, Smith!
You already proved your point!
Did you really need to
tear Dad down again?!
I wasn't trying to tear him down.
I was trying to build him back up.
- You were?
- Yeah.
I used to worship him too, you know?
And I am sorry for taking
that away from you.
It's okay.
Even though I wasn't quite
ready to lose my superhero,
everyone's time comes, I guess.
Not me.
I still have my superhero
Chris Pratt.
So funny. So sexy.
He's an important
reminder that we all have
a responsibility to
be both those things.
Dad, Hayley and I wrote a new essay.
Read it.
"Our dad might not be
a superhero or a sports hero.
"But he showed up and tried.
"For us.
And that's why he's our hero."
Thank you, guys.
But this is still very bad.
Shhhh. Just rest now.
Have you seen your mother?
Hey, what's up?
Bye! Have a great time!
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